no sleep til...

yeah, so that theory about being into deep sleep before the band started playing? not so much. note to self: next year, make sure you're out of town or sleeping at someone else's house on the morning of the 10K. yikes. she won't see this, but i'd like to send a yummy vibe out into the universe to PZB: keep on truckin, babe. i've enjoyed reading your journal, and while i admit to having not yet read any of your books (there's one on my nightstand, i just haven't been reading AT ALL lately), i HAVE been sucked into reading some of the viciousness hereabouts, and i feel compelled to say, please do whatever you need to do to cling to your sanity, even if that means pushing loser's faces into the mud. 80% of my NO news has come from you, and without it i'd have little idea what's really happening. if i had any painkillers to send, they'd be yours by now. next: B, call me. i miss you, if that's not painfully obvious. i know you have a life, and i know mine is not particularly lined up with anyone else's, schedule-wise, but i'd love to talk with ya. also, an email address so i don't have to send you msgs via LJ would be cool too. i considered setting up a myspace page to get to you there, but i'd really rather not, unless it's absolutely necessary. if you love me, you won't make me debase myself that way. (haha, just messin with ya.) finally, a stupid thing that's been too much on my mind lately... eh, that'll wait til tomorrow.